When I was 11 I baked a cake all by myself. It was terrible! I mixed up the granulated sugar and the confectioners sugar and then I dyed the icing this weird shade of green-blue. My mom cut herself a big piece and told me that I did a great job for my first time. Then every day after that she would sneak into the kitchen and cut a small piece off the cake and hide it in the trashcan. I didn't know until well into adulthood that she had done that, but when I found out I smiled:)
*Funny side-note: My older sister tried the cake, as well, but decided it was gross. But then when she saw that someone else was "eating" it, she kept trying it to see if it was better than she thought it was. It wasn't.
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4 comments:
aw, what a cute story! :)
what a great mom!
Yes, that she is. One of the few that deserves the title of 'Mom' and lives it out :)
i like moms
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